Uncle John

Last week was a melancholy affair, a couple of deaths bringing an air of sadness to everything.

The most significant for us was M’s Uncle John, a lovely character whose company I always enjoyed at family get-togethers. He made it to 80 in fine fettle but he died quite suddenly over the weekend. He led an interesting and eventful life but the last few years were tough after the death of his beloved Joan.

The funeral was lovely. John had written a letter to his sons that they found when they were going through his effects, and Craig read it out at the service. It was so moving and really encapsulated many of the things I would like to pass on to my kids after I’m gone.

Vale.